{empath} "A Birthday Wish Come True" ( M/F oral rom ) [1/4]

Copyright 1997, by Empath

WARNING: 
This narrative contains subject matter that has been deemed 
unfit for the perusal of those under the age of majority. A 
good rule of thumb to follow is if you are unable to vote where 
you live, don't take the risk of getting caught reading this. 
(That also covers the less .'enlightened' of the world's 
governments.)

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He entered the lobby, nervous at what he was planning, but 
also eager to complete it successfully and see how she handled 
it. He ran a gloved hand over the frosted intercom panel, 
stopping and pressing one labeled "9 - Sanders" and cleared his 
throat.

"Yes?" It was the sound he'd fallen in love with - the 
voice of this woman he'd never met, but knew as intimately as he 
knew himself.

He immediately assumed the lazy Southern drawl he'd been 
practicing, covering his normally flat voice. "Phone company, 
miss. You a 'Ms. Sanders' who wants a second line installed?"
"Oh, yes; you're early - the person at the office said this 
afternoon-" the disembodied voice replied.

"Well, yer lucky; my first call was supposed to be a repair 
job that'd take all morning, but they cancelled." He was having 
trouble not adding small things like "darling" or "my lovely 
lap-dancer".

"Good; the sooner I get the line installed, the sooner I 
can log-on and-" The rest of her plans were drowned out by a 
harsh metallic buzz. He grabbed his toolbox and reached to open 
the door, unable to suppress a grin at the irony of her 
statement. He breathed deeply as he mounted the half-flight of 
stairs, shaking his head to rid himself of any stage fright. 
He'd always worried about the wrong things before - surely this 
meant that all would go well? The hard part was getting his 
body to believe it.

He concentrated on projecting the image of an American 
phone technician on his first job of the day. A coil of cable 
was over his left shoulder, a large tool-case in his right hand 
and blue, insulated coveralls obscuring his body from neck to 
ankle. A hard hat covered his dark hair - 'she'd spot that 
right away after what she said upon getting my picture' he 
thought - and to complete the facade a worn, weathered clipboard 
in his left hand.

He stepped to the correct door, stuck his gloves in a 
pocket, placed his toolbox on the floor, and rapped on the door. 
To add to the illusion, he stood on his toes - adding to his 
apparent height. He also grabbed a pen from his chest pocket 
and started 'writing' on the clipboard held *just* in between 
the fish-eye and his face - right-handed to further lull his 
prey from detecting her "Grammar-Checker".

He was rewarded with a series of clicks and the door 
opened. "I'd like the plug near the table over there-" she said 
as she pointed back into the apartment, and gasped as the 'phone 
technician' dropped his things and hugged her, surprising her 
with a deep, passionate kiss. She felt the bristle of his 
moustache, myopically saw the small scar on his cheek, and 
stopped resisting. When they ran out of breath, they separated 
and she cried out his name with a child-like look of delight on 
her face. "What ARE you doing here?"

"Gee, what do you THINK, lover? We've both been champing 
at the bit to meet finally." 

"How'd you do all this?"

"Simple - you mentioned that you were finally getting an 
ISP and extra phone line. I stayed at that motel just outside 
Geneva and waited to see a phone company van to go by - handy 
thing, you living in a small town. I was lucky enough for it to 
pull into a gas station on the way. When the driver went in to 
pay, I slipped up and took a peek at the work orders."

"But what if I'd have been the first client of the day, or 
if he hadn't stopped?"

"Just lucky I guess - there's only so much planning you can 
do. Anyway, happy birthday."

They kissed again. "Thank you; it's not 'til Wednesday, 
but I think this is a wonderful gift. One question remains - 
how could you even afford a plane ticket? You never got that 
work term in Kansas City!" 

"Well, there's an interesting story that will explain my 
ability to be with the one I love...but that will wait for 
lunch; right now we've got some things to attend to." His mouth 
curled into a salacious, wolf-like grin - showing her what he'd 
meant every time he added "<sg>" to an email comment. He turned 
to grab his things in the hall and was rewarded with a slap on 
the buttocks. 

"Hello?" 

"Hmmm, looks better in person," she replied.

"Well, it's had some exercise since my last batch of photos 
- I was hoping to surprise you when you picked me up at the 
airport."

"But you called and said your school could only get work 
terms for six students with the government," the woman pressed.

"Yes, that was true, BUT this will wait 'til we're eating a 
meal." He dropped his tools and pulled her into his embrace. 
He kissed her again, his tongue lancing between her lips and 
sliding across her teeth to brush lightly against hers. She 
moaned, and massaged his shoulder blades, stroking up and down 
his back. He broke off, stood back to behold her in her comfy 
clothes of a sweat suit, and growled like a great cat. "You 
look even more beautiful than I'd hoped!"

"Liar; even you've gotta admit that my choice of clothing 
leaves something to be desired."

"On the contrary, your apparel is loose enough to let the 
imagination work away, yet tight enough to show off your lovely 
curves. You are inarguably the most gorgeous woman I've ever 
beheld," he spoke with absolute sincerity.

"Even?" she asked, worried of his response. 

"Yes, even Angela. She was only a girl - she never lived 
long enough to mature into a woman. I admired her lithe, 
athletic form, and she had a cute face, but even my rose-tinted 
memories of her pale when gaze upon your lovely body."

"And you're okay?" she pressed, concerned.

His features softened from lust to appreciation. "Yes, and 
thank you for caring to ask. I still regret her death - the 
world became just slightly colder and impersonal when she passed 
away, but I don't feel pain when I think of our time together. 
I *certainly* don't blame myself anymore - just remember that 
you're doing all the driving when we're together!" he exclaimed 
with a grin creasing his features, dimples just barely forming 
beyond the ends of his moustache.

She smiled, relieved at his happiness. "Good, and now..." 
she let the last word linger seductively. He responded to this 
with a throaty bark, shot forward and gathered her up in his 
arms. He then proceeded to glance around in comical confusion. 

"Um, this seemed like a good idea at the time - which way to 
your 'place d'amour'?"

She glanced pointedly in the correct direction and wrapped 
her arms around his neck. He whipped his head back, dislodging 
his hard hat. They proceeded swiftly into her boudoir. He 
dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed, looking up to admire 
the furnishing. "A genuine four-poster..." He stroked one of 
the ornate posts supporting the canopy above them.

"I found it at a rummage sale - it wasn't too expensive, 
and has been quite useful in the past," she purred, loosening 
her clothing and kicking off her slippers. He glanced back to 
her, his eyes raking possessively over her body as he shrugged 
out of his coveralls, clad only in a pair of tented jockey 
shorts.

"My, grandma what a big-" she intoned in a 'little girl 
voice', not much different from her normal mode of speech. "All 
the better to *love* you with, dearie," he retorted in the 
breaking half-screech of an elderly woman. He ripped off his 
boots and kicked free of his jump suit, and walked up to the 
bed. She started to pull off her top, but he stopped her. "Let 
me," he commanded, and started to stroke her belly, sliding his 
hands underneath the sweatshirt. "Mmmmmm," she purred. 
"You sure you haven't studied massage?"

"Nothing specific, but I've learned what feels good. Oh, 
and remember - it's been seven years; I'm out of practice." He 
started to push the top upwards gradually as he continued 
kneading her flesh. "I'm sure you've got preferences, so feel 
free to let me know if I could do anything better."

"Ohhhh, I can't think of anything yet..."

He took another couple of minutes to bring the sweater up 
to her shoulders, avoiding her breasts the whole time. He then 
snapped her arms up, whipped off the article of clothing, and 
extricated her glasses from it, replacing them over her eyes. 
She held her breath, expectantly.

"Ahhhh - Beautiful," he breathed as his fingertips traced 
delicate patterns around the two globes in front of him.

"You're sure they're not too small for my body?" was the 
concerned question.

"Hardly, they're fantastic - remember the line from _Weird 
Science_? 'Anything more than a handful is wasted.'" His 
attentions were evoking some response from her body. He leaned 
down and ran the point of his outstretched tongue around the rim 
of her areola. She shivered and the nipple stiffened. He 
flicked across it, and proceeded to do the same with her other 
breast. His hands stroked their soft undersides, running up the 
sides to rest on them, thumbs over her now hard nubbins. His 
mouth slid down to kiss the valley between them and his digits 
started to rub circles over the tips of her breasts. She 
moaned, took his head in her hands, and pulled him up to her 
face. 

Their lips met quickly, hungrily sucking each other's taste 
into their own mouths, their tongues attempting to fuse 
together. She withdrew to breathe, and he nibbled on her lower 
lip. He then eased up, and playfully licked the underside of 
her nose, between her nostrils. She cooed, and started to knead 
his chest in reply to his hands' ministrations. His nose nudged 
her glasses up onto her forehead and he kissed each closed eye. 
He lay on his side next to her and whispered in her ear, his hot 
breath distracting her from his meaningless words.

She rolled to face him, kissed his cheek and announced "You 
keep that up and I'm gonna have to get out the restraints!" He 
chuckled in reply to her standing joke of "two fun-filled weeks 
of being tied to my bed" that he had won. She slid down his 
body, kissing and massaging as she went, and eliciting contented 
sighs from her visitor. Eventually she reached the only 
clothing he was still wearing. She glanced up and asked, 
grinning "May I see the fruit of your loom?"

"What-" he stopped as he realized the gist of her request. 
He smiled and shrugged good-naturedly. She returned her 
attention to the task at hand, hooking her index fingers into 
his waistband and inching the shorts down. He was stimulated by 
the friction of the elastic on his member as it was slowly 
revealed, and gritted his teeth in anticipation. She tugged the 
underwear past the tip, and his cock sprang out, fully erect.

"Well, I guess you ARE happy to see me!" She gasped.

"Gee - I'm offended you even thought otherwise," he chided.

"Careful, man - you *are* in a compromising position!" She 
playfully tapped his head, and he flinched with excitement.

"Mental note: never upset a woman who has you by the short 
and curlies," he breathed as she began to inspect her new toy. 
He squirmed as she stroked his length and then ran a finger over 
his circumcised head. He gasped a warning to her "Careful with 
that thing - it's loaded and hasn't been 'fired in anger' in a 
long time!"

"Well, there's only one way of 'clearing the barrel', you 
know," she replied and continued to stroke him. He moaned and 
clenched the sheets in his hands. She massaged his balls with 
her free hand, evoking a shiver in his body.
"I can't -" he hissed and came; his semen flying from his prick 
to land on his groin and her bare breasts and abdomen. 
"I...I'm...sorry," he gasped, visibly shaken.

"Don't worry, it was a long time coming, and I'm sure your 
gentlemanly nature won't leave a lady unsatisfied," she teased, 
twirling a finger in one pool of his cum on her chest. "Hmm, 
now what *can* we do in the meantime..." Her smile was 
suggestive and faintly cat-like.

He inhaled, turning it into a predatory snarl as he raised 
himself up and stalked across to her, lapping his jism from her 
breasts. She glanced down in surprise. His gaze met hers as he 
began to massage her nipples. "No, I've never done that before 
- it's a little bitter, but if it gives me a chance to suckle 
these lovely orbs..."

He stopped talking as he ran his tongue around her tit, 
decreasing the circles he made and stopped at the areola, 
clasping its tip between his lips.
"Mmmmmmmmm" she groaned, and leaned back against the bedpost as 
his tongue tickled her entrapped nipple.

He cleaned her other breast, and then began to work down 
her belly, stroking her scar with his mouth - pausing only to 
murmur "beautiful". He shifted his weight back onto his knees, 
provoking a pair of loud clicks.
Her eyes shot open. "Your knees-" she began.

He chuckled and silenced her with a kiss. "Relax - it 
sounds a LOT worse than it is - it doesn't hurt at all, in fact. 
It's just a very unsettling thing to hear, as I'm sure you'll 
agree!" She acquiesced, but her face still showed signs of 
concern.

"God, you really do care for me that much, don't you?" he 
asked with a look of admiration and wonderment.

"But of course, 'I'm offended you even thought otherwise'," 
she mimicked.

His arms encircled her and he hugged her tightly. "I love you, 
darling," he whispered in her ear. "And just to show you how 
much..." He resumed his ministrations to her lower torso, 
untying the cord of the sweatpants she began to loosen ten 
minutes and half a year ago. His hands massaged her hips, 
pushing the waistband of the pants slowly down. She grabbed the 
post behind her and raised her buttocks, permitting him to 
remove her last article of clothing. He paused and regarded her 
mound, entranced.

"You're not put-off by my c-section scar?" she asked with 
concern. 

"Are you offended by my paunch?" He leaned back and puffed 
out his chest and belly. "It's not as bad as when I took my 
photo - gotten a lot of exercise - but it's FAR from a physique 
I used to have. Even so, I haven't heard any complaints..." he 
finished, as sly grin taking possession of his features.

"Well, now that you mention it -" she began. He laughed, 
and pulled her back towards him, kissing her deeply and 
passionately to quell any criticism.

"<gasp> No - I don't find it at all unattractive, love. It 
is part of what makes you YOU. How could I not love it?" he 
said, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead. "Besides," he 
continued, holding her as he lay back and rolled their bodies 
over on the bed, "it gives me a landmark to follow in the dark!" 
He demonstrated what he meant by running his tongue down the 
ridge to her bush, sliding off the bed. He paused and inhaled 
her musky scent, nuzzling her mound. 

Grabbing a pillow, he raised her hips and adjusted the 
angle of her pelvis, resting her legs on his shoulders. He 
kissed the insides of her thighs, his lips a butterfly that 
alighted on her sensitive flesh every inch or so.

"You gonna mess around down there all morning or are you 
gonna DO something, lover? I got the Phone Company coming by 
this afternoon," she called in frustration.

"Just for that, I think I'll do a little more sight-
seeing!" He felt fingers entwine themselves in his curls and 
pull his head into the vertex of her legs. He ran his tongue 
roughly across the length of her labia; it had the effect he 
sought.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh."

His lingual muscle traced around her labia, sampling the 
traces of moisture already there. After some coaxing by his 
mouth, her lower lips opened like the petals of a flower as they 
were engorged in blood, becoming warm to the touch. As his 
hands locked with hers, he plunged into her slit and stroked the 
silky insides with his taste buds. His efforts were awarded 
with a seeping of honey-like fluid, which he lapped up eagerly. 
Satiated, he shifted his attention to the apex of her cunt. Her 
'third nipple' swelled as he flicked it with his tongue, causing 
her to shiver and squeeze his hands. Then he returned to her 
love nest, lancing his tongue deep within her depths. He began 
to fuck her orally, the bristles of his moustache brushing her 
clitoris with every stroke. 

"Oooo...nnnn...nnnnggggggghhhhh" was his partner's only 
utterance. Taking this as encouragement, the man increased his 
pace, only to have his eyes bug out as he felt fingernails dig 
into the backs of his hands. Her hips lifted from the cushion, 
her back bridging - supported by her shoulders and her thighs on 
his shoulders. Her moans took a more urgent tone, and the flow 
of her honey increased. He continued his assault on her nether 
regions, and was rewarded with a cry of "NnnnnaaaaaAA-AA-AA-AA!" 
and a trickle of pearly essences over his mouth and chin. 

He gradually eased his pace but did not stop as the woman 
above him shook and spasmed. As she came down from the plateau 
of her orgasm, he ceased his thrusting and started to clean her 
genitalia, carefully avoiding her clit. As he slid up alongside 
her, she panted and gasped to him "Thank...you...that...was..."

"As enjoyable for me as it obviously was for you," he 
interrupted, placing a finger on her lips to silence her. "You 
just relax and catch your breath." He cuddled in close to her, 
kissing her lightly. She kissed back and sucked her juices from 
his facial hair. "See, I *told* you I'd find sexual uses for 
that caterpillar of yours."

"YOU? Gee, so how did you plant the idea in my head - 
telepathy, or was I just too enraptured by your beauty to 
remember hearing you suggest things?" he asked jovially.

"Whatever," she replied, turning her back to him. "Hold 
me."

"Gladly." He slipped one arm underneath her biceps, and 
wrapped his other over her body to meet its mate on her chest. 
He tugged her tightly to him, luxuriating in her warmth. He 
tilted his head and kissed the nape of her neck, his hands 
slowly caressing her upper arms.

After a short pause, her breathing slowed and she 
apparently noticed his dick pressing insistently into the crack 
of her ass. "So, is your little friend ready for another round?"

"Oh, you could say he's up for the challenge!" he smiled as 
she playfully swatted his arm. She reached down behind her and 
shifted his penis down between her legs.

"Hold on, dear - Stubby's not dressed for the party yet."

"Didn't you hear? It's come as you are."

"Be that as it may, I know you've only been back on the 
Pill for a couple of weeks at most, and that's not long enough. 
So..." He rolled away from her, reached down to the floor, 
opened his tool box, and took a little foil wrapper from within. 
"I'd be a poor technician if I didn't bring appropriate safety 
gear with me!"

"Oh, yes, and do I get to see the rest of your tools?" she 
asked suggestively, propping herself up on her elbow. 

"All in due course, my impetuous little lap-dancer," he 
answered, grinning at her curiosity. 

"I seem to recall we were about to do something else..."

"Oh, all right," she complained insincerely, a smile 
creeping onto her face as he opened the package. "So, who gets 
to dress him up?"

"Flip you for it?"

"Sure; do you want to be flipped on your head or your 
tail?" she teased, laughing as he playfully punished her for the 
bad joke. "Enough - enough! I surrender - how about this? We 
both do it."

"Fair enough," he assented and drew the condom from the 
foil. He steadied himself, and with his free hand grasped the 
opposite end of the 'ring' as she placed it at the tip of his 
manhood. Together they rolled it down his length, with him 
shivering at every touch of her hand.

"Hmmm, it's a little tight on you."

"Yes, I would notice something like that, darling," he 
teased, "I'll confess that it's not 'as big around as a tuna 
can', but it IS 'longer than three inches'!"

"Yes, I can finally confirm that," she replied, encircling 
him with her hand. They stopped talking as he rolled her onto 
her back, replacing the pillow under her hips, taking the 
opportunity of stroking her buttocks as he did so. He kneeled 
between her thighs, cracking his joints again. She flinched. 

"Sorry, but then it's better than farting, isn't it?" he 
exclaimed, trying to disarm the tension. 

"Enough talk," she commanded and resumed her grip on his 
sheathed sword. She pulled him to the entrance of her cunt, and 
he leaned down, placing his hands on the bed at her sides. He 
shifted forward slightly and his head pressed its way into her. 

"Ahhhhh...I'd almost forgotten how good that feels."
"Oh, I hope you remember that it gets better," she hissed 
as she thrust her hips up to take him deeper inside her. He 
reciprocated, and their groins met as they both exhaled loudly. 
He began a slow, steady stroke, but was coaxed into a faster, 
harder rhythm.

"My! Don't we heat up quickly?" he commented. 

"Remember that it's been a while for me as well - I've been 
saving myself for you."

"Tsk...tsk...tsk," he replied in time with his thrusts, 
"we'll...have...to...remedy...that...won't...we?" He moistened 
his thumb and reached down to massage her rosebud. She sighed 
and pulled him down to her, their mouths locking in an embrace 
as carnal as that of their lower bodies. 

She stopped kissing and sucked his lower lip between her teeth, 
pressing harder and harder as she approached her climax. He 
managed to pull free of her painful grasp as she opened her 
mouth to gasp as the orgasm rolled over her. When she relaxed, 
he stopped stroking, rolled them over with her on top, and 
started to buck her body up as he resumed his activity.

She sat up on his hips, taking his lead and riding his 
prick. After a while, he withdrew from her vaginal embrace and 
slid out from under her. He shifted around behind her, raising 
her up onto her knees, and entered her pussy from the rear. She 
braced her shoulders into the bed, and grasped the headboard as 
she met his every thrust. She raised her head and asked, 
"You're still not ready...to..."

"I guess it's my gentlemanly restraint coming back to me!" 
He growled, voice belying his words. 

"Ahhhhhhh-but don't you mean 'NOT coming'?"

"Keep that up love, and I'll leave right now!" Again 
contradictory to his speech, his hand started to massage her 
mound, the pinkie finger running over her clit.

"Oh, don't leave! Keep doing that! Mmmmmmmm..."

"Whatever...you...ask..." he rejoined, his breath coming in 
gulps as his arousal increased. Their gentle shifting 
accelerated into a heavy pace and they fucked with abandon as 
they felt their passions rise to that pleasurable summit. A 
sheen of perspiration glazed his face as he grabbed her hips in 
an attempt to drive his cock even deeper into her cunt. Her 
hands gripped the rungs of the antique headboard so tightly they 
squeaked as she shifted to fuck him back as strongly as he was 
doing her. Her face and breasts flushed, and she stiffened with 
rapture, her vaginal muscles clasping his cock and pushing him 
past the brink. He continued to pump into her as he came, 
roaring with pleasure. As their orgasms faded, they collapsed 
onto the bed. He rolled off of her back and lay gasping his 
eyes squeezed shut. She shifted, sat up and took him in her 
hand.

"Thank you, sweet prince," she breathed and kissed the 
latex-clad head of his cock. His entire body flinched, and his 
hand grasped her wrist. "*Please* don't do that - I'm really too 
sensitive right now, even the contact of the condom is nearly 
painful."

"Well, let's get your little man out of his confining suit 
then," she replied and slipped the rubber from his manhood, 
making him shake on the bed. "There, all done!" she exclaimed 
proudly as she lay down to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you - 
that was wonderful."

"Oh, the pleasure wasn't solely yours and I'm sure the 
credit doesn't rest on my shoulders alone, my darling beauty," 
he responded and kissed her hair. He appeared to remember 
something and shifted slightly toward the edge of the bed. 

"Um, miss - I don't think we've been formally introduced." 
He raised his hand up to shake hers palm-up as its mate 
disappeared off the bed. "Mikel Torsson, my dear lady." She 
grasped his hand and answered "Nadine Sanders," and sighed with 
amusement as he leaned down and kissed the back of her hand. 
Her sigh became a gasp as his left hand returned to sight and 
placed the crimson flower in her captured hand. "I always said 
I'd felt bad about that 'email rose' being so insubstantial, 
so..." 

"Oh, Mikel - I LOVE you!" she cried out as she hugged him.

"Ow! Yep, should've taken those thorns out," he exclaimed 
as his arms resumed their comfortable embrace of her warm body. 

"I love you too, Nadine - as much as it is humanly possible, and 
possibly even a little more. I will happily be whatever you 
wish - a friend, a lover, a servant, anything - I'll be it. I 
AM YOURS FOR AS LONG AS YOU WANT...I can only hope that it will 
be a long, long time," he finished, tears welling up in his 
eyes. She kissed his chest, and pulled his body into hers even 
more tightly, sniffing slightly.

They lay like that for a time, naked as the dawn, and held 
each other as the afterglow of their passion made them drowsy. 
He recognized it for what it was, pulled her head back, and 
kissed a trail from her forehead, down her nose and onto her 
lips. "Darling, as much as I would be the happiest man it the 
world just to lie here and hold you for the rest of time, we 
have a lunch date and I don't think we'll pass the dress code 
like this. Does your plumbing give you enough hot water for two 
showers, or must we share...feel free to lie if you can't bear 
to be away from my body from that long." His mouth curled up 
into an immoral grin. He fully expected the slap when it came, 
but not where it was aimed. 

"Ooo - aren't we prideful all-of-a-sudden; you make a girl 
come a few times an already you're puffed up like a peacock! 
But sadly, I've got plenty of hot water. To make matters worse, 
the stall is a little small..."

"Oh, well - I guess my ego will have to take the 
separation," he said, releasing her and sitting up. "I gotta 
dash down to the car anyway and grab some proper clothes - you 
go first. Can I at least wash your back for you?"

"Done, and I'll hold you to that."

"Aw, I'd rather be held to your front," he joked as he 
stood to pull the jumpsuit over his naked form.

"Ugh, I hope you catch some hairs in the zipper!"

"Ooo, thanks for the reminder!" Mikel exclaimed as he 
shrugged his shoulders into the coveralls. He moved one hand 
over his patch of brown hair at the juncture of his legs before 
the other hand pulled the zipper up. He bent down to kiss 
Nadine again and whisper "Better get up and get in there - if 
you're not in the shower when I return, I won't be able to help 
you..."

"Mmmmmm, do I have to?"

"YES. Now, up!" He grasped her arms and tugged her to a 
sitting position. He snaked his tongue over the side of her 
neck. She kissed his cheek and moved her arms to encircle him. 
He removed himself from her embrace and said, "I'm sorry for 
kissing-and-running, but it looks like I'll have to tease you 
into the shower. I promise that you'll get more when I get 
back, if..." and grinned as he stepped back. He was rewarded 
with his lover stretching and sliding off the bed. When he 
turned to leave the bedroom, he stopped. "Um, Nadine darling? 
Something just occurred to me - how will I get back into the 
apartment?"

Mikel heard her moving around behind him - and she slipped 
a key over his shoulder, which he easily caught. She then 
pressed into his back and hugged him. "Hurry back, my man."

"I promise, and you've seen that I keep my word." Nadine 
hands slipped away with a sigh, and she stepped towards the 
bathroom. 

He returned to the front door, and a shock jolted through 
his gut - the door was ajar! He quickly scanned the room, and 
saw no one. He'd only been through here once, though, and had 
been too distracted to take an inventory of the items here; he 
had no way of knowing if someone had burglarized the place while 
Nadine and he were 'busy'...

He pulled the door open and heaved it shut behind him - 
breathing a sigh of relief as he heard a click. He was about to 
start off for the outside and the parking lot, but something on 
the floor attracted his attention.

The coil of wire and clipboard he'd used as props to 
complete his surprise were sitting next to Nadine's door, piled 
neatly. Mikel thought back, and remembered dropping the 
clipboard and spilling the coil off his left shoulder when he 
hugged and kissed his beloved, so the wire should be in a messy 
pile ON TOP of the board. Someone must've been here, and 
cleaned up behind him! As he grabbed these things to return 
them to the car, he noticed his benefactor had written something 
on the blank sheet of paper he'd stuck under the clip - "Good 
luck Pal!" Mikel carried his props out with a broad grin on his 
face - there'd be nothing missing from Nadine's apartment.

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End of Chapter One